#cater x reader

Ah...Unbirthday party, so many rules, so many colors, so many Heartslabyul students following the schedule to the letter, but it’s the new guests, the slight loosening of Riddle, the new activities, and the fresh air without a trace of tension or rivalry that makes this party feel more… alive. Loud music blares from someone’s speaker, drinks and sweets, too many sweets, that aren’t written in the beloved “Queen of Hearts’ Rules,” the atmosphere overflowing with camaraderie forged after a completely… catastrophic year. The red roses painted immaculately, students from the famously strict dorm welcoming every guest who wants to join, appreciating all the contributions to make this party feel more like a celebration than just a dorm event.

Trey and Cater busy themselves filling the dessert table, already overflowing with chocolates, strawberry tarts, bowls of plain strawberries, though you leave a pot full of cream for anyone who wants to make their fruit even more delicious. Vil and Rook bring more fresh food, prepared with the best organic ingredients from Pomefiore; even Epel brought several jugs of apple juice.

The atmosphere feels more energized, mixed with that dangerous aura of a bunch of hormone-driven kids with barely controlled magic who want to blow off stress one way or another; even if blowing off stress means eating until bursting, hitting a sugar spike… or getting drunk.

Because yes, this might be the calmest Unbirthday party in terms of rules, but that didn’t mean Ace couldn’t pull something. With a flask in hand and the most smug, mischievous grin that always shows when he knows what he’s about to do could land him in serious trouble, Ace pours the bright amber contents—shining and camouflaged perfectly in the punch, or was it iced tea?—so that no one notices the difference; or maybe they do, but they’re too busy with the food and with breaking more rules.

“If anything happens, blame my brother. His idea” the redhead tells you when you give him a look, though it doesn’t last long because you also want to try the contents of that new, gleaming drink.

Between hands and dancing, what starts as one cup filled to the brim with amber liquid mixed with fruit turns into two, three, even a fourth; it’s so sweet you can’t even taste the alcohol. Your legs, however, do notice, wobbling this way and that when you’re guided through the maze-like garden paths, or when Trey takes you to the lounge to help carry new tarts to the dessert table, him holding one in each hand without trouble.

The celebration that, by habit, usually lasts a couple of afternoon hours stretches longer and longer, the sun dipping below the horizon and the real magic beginning to hum with the moon in the sky. The lights grow sharper, more intimate, some colored, the music louder and the air heavier with sweetness.

You see Jack and Leona having a friendly arm-wrestling match on one of the lounge’s low tables, some betting on Jack, others, too afraid to go against him, on Leona. Jamil sits beneath a great rose arbor, enjoying that for once he doesn’t have to cook, letting Kalim do as he pleases.

Sebek’s constant shouting rings out as several people approach Malleus to strike up small conversations, noticeably affected by the punch enough to lose their fear, and the tall fae letting himself be drawn into countless discussions, most of which he barely understands, yet listening closely and laughing from time to time.

The air grows warmer with every minute as people shed the tension from their shoulders and let the stress dissolve on the improvised dance floor in the middle of the lounge. You feel hands brushing your arms and hips, bodies leaning against you to share gossip or simply mess with your hair or your reactions, someone placing a liquor-filled chocolate against your lips, waiting for you to bite so they can eat the other half.

Vague, sensory memories linger in your mind like small flashbacks: fingertips brushing the skin of your neck, a whisper in your ear, your back arching slightly thanks to the garden breeze over your nape freed from your hair. Someone moving your hair from your face and lips brushing your forehead before lowering to yours. Memories of your vision blurring and spinning and glowing while the noise of the party scatters, as if the crowd were drifting away, or maybe it’s you who’s drifting. The coldness of the wall against your back and a warm body against your chest.

Hands roaming your sides, tongues licking your thighs, a bed falling apart with every movement of both bodies; a rough gasp against your neck, teeth nibbling your earlobe, skin burning and the delicious anticipation of desire sliding between you. Words barely whispered or spoken through laughter, sometimes said with need, other times with pure overflowing desire, promising an endless night meant only for you.

Morning light pushes in annoyingly through the window, preventing you from opening your eyes to face the new day. A headache drills from behind your eyes and your body aches and feels heavy, and you’re unable to move without your legs feeling numb, like a pair of gelatin molds with a liquid center slowly pushing through and melting the outer layer.

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Cater

Waking up feels like you survived a tornado of sugar and bad decisions. Your head is pounding like it’s about to explode and your mouth is ridiculously dry. When you open your eyes, the first thing you notice is a trail of…

Glitter?

Well that’s new

You also notice the pillow is way too soft, much softer than yours at Ramshackle, and it smells like citrus mixed with both sweet and spicy.

You stretch, your body aching in a sharp way but also with a pleasant sensation between your legs and in your thighs, and your hand bumps into another body.

You bump it again… and again… and again.

Your hand keeps colliding with what seems to be a bare chest.

You hear a low, satisfied hum, look to your side, and find Cater’s awake face, hair a mess, phone in hand.

And the camera is pointed straight at your wrecked face.

“Morning, cutie~!” his voice far too energetic for this hour.

He flips the phone around and shows you the very lovely, very disastrous photo of your eyes barely open in the first morning light.

You look like absolute hell, sweetheart

“#GoalsIRL, am I right?”

“Delete that right now, Cater!”

He just laughs, tossing the phone onto the pile of discarded clothes at the foot of the bed—and by pile I mean a couple of your things and his, let’s say some shirts and a pair of pants.

Because the rest of the clothes… are everywhere.

Your panties are even hanging from the bedpost.

“Relax, babe, that one’s just for my private collection,” his mischievous eyes travel over your body, biting his lip. “Unless you want me to show the world the absolute snack I had last night”

You follow the line of his gaze and realize your chest is uncovered, bits of glitter stuck to your skin. Your eyes return to Cater, noticing his chest is also bare and covered in glitter.

You pull the sheets up to your chest, but you can’t help wanting to look underneath them. Very timidly you lift them and, to your not-so-surprise… yes, you’re naked; you clutch the fabric tighter around yourself and sit up slowly.

“We…?”

Cater gives you the most shameless grin. “Oh, we definitely did, cutie~” He winks and his voice drops into a wicked whisper. “Didn’t know you had what it takes to keep up with me. Didn’t peg you as someone so… insatiable”

Fragments return in chaotic bursts: his hands around your waist while he made you dance to a song neither of you was really listening to; his lips at your ear whispering all the things he wanted to do to you after the party.

His lips never leaving yours when he couldn’t wait until the end, whispering he needed you now, carrying you to his room while holding you in his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands gripping your ass.

The moment he tossed you onto the bed and didn’t waste a second before pressing his lips back to the skin of your neck, undoing every button he found in his path and stripping you in record time. His mouth biting you with each piece of clothing freed, leaving reddish marks on your collarbone, your breasts, your thighs. “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you look like this?”

His hands spreading your legs as he lowered his head, licking and sucking without restraint, growling in pleasure every time you moaned loudly. His tongue teasing your clit, sucking when he felt you getting desperate; his fingers sliding inside, first one then two, bringing your first orgasm of the night.

You remember riding him, your hands on your chest, his cock opening your wet cunt with every drop of your hips, your hair loose and eyes half-closed while your clit rubbed against his pelvis. Cater simply admiring your body moving deliciously, your breasts bouncing up and down.

His big hands holding one while the other gripped your hip firmly. “Come on, baby, move more, I want you to cum with my cock buried deep inside you”

The flash of his phone when he snapped a ridiculously shameless photo, the camera aimed right where his cock was driving into you, maybe even recording a short video; you managed to snatch the phone and throw it into a corner just as he smacked your ass hard.

The way he kept turning you and switching positions at will: your ass fully on display when he flipped you and kept you riding him, holding onto his legs; fucking you against the wall, his fingers sliding between your legs to play with your clit while he sucked your nipples.

Though his favorite position was missionary, his cock sliding in and out of your cunt already drenched from so many orgasms… while your mouth was also being used by one of his clones. “Keep moaning. I want the whole dorm to know who’s fucking you this good”

You remember feeling more than a couple of hands wandering over your body, gripping your hips, spreading your legs wider and keeping you from closing them, palms over your breasts playing with your nipples; and one particular hand gripping your throat so you could feel his cock sliding below.

“So delicious… you like it when I fuck you with my clones, baby? Hm? Want us inside everywhere?” your moans mixing with his breathless laughter as he thrust faster and faster until he spilled inside.

The moment he pulled out slowly, watching his semen slide from your pussy; his fingers gathering it and pushing it back in. “We’re not wasting a single drop, right cutie?” and before you could answer, he was already pushing back in, his cock hard again to start thrusting once more.

“You okay, baby? No regrets, right?” His words pull you out of the endless spiral of filthy, indecent fragments.

His thumb is working over a sore muscle in your back, slowly easing the tension. His gaze expectant and a bit nervous about whatever words you might say next.

“No regrets, Cay-Cay.” He smiles, satisfied—hearing that seems to free him from needing to hide under the biggest rock in society.

“…but you’re deleting everything you took yesterday.”

“Awww~ you’re so mean,” but there’s no offense in his tone.

Cater rolls onto his back, stretching, and you can’t help noticing the faint marks along his neck: hickeys, scratches, spots where you dug in your nails; he shows them like a supermodel.

“Wanna go for another round? Or need a second to catch your breath?”

You push his chest, though without much force and even less conviction. You let out a small laugh and he pulls you close, your body fitting perfectly at his side.

The warmth of his body wraps around you and for a second… you can set the headache aside.

Ruggie

The first thing you notice when you wake up is that your mouth is so dry it feels like the savanna itself, your head pounding a thousand miles an hour and an overwhelming, absolute need to chug a galleon of water.

You turn over, hoping to fall back asleep or at least find a position that might ease the drumming in your skull; you reach for the nearest thing to hug, thinking the soft pillow under your head might have a twin.

And you did find something, yes. But it’s not a pillow you’re hugging so tightly.

It’s something solid, hard, and a bit lean… and it’s alive.

You hear a yawn near your ear, followed by a soft chuckle. Something soft moves above your head.

A pair of ears twitch in time with your breathing.

…ears

You open one eye and find Ruggie’s messy hair, his gray-blue eyes looking at you from the next pillow over.

“Morning, sunshine—”

You don’t let him finish.

Still disoriented and a little sleepy, you grab the pillow under you and smack it straight into his face.

“AHHHHH… RUGGIE WTF?!?”

“Hey! Hey! Don’t hit me!”

Ruggie dodges a second strike by hiding under the sheets and peeking out with a wicked grin. He’s still laughing hard, coughing a bit from the intensity of that wake-up. “You’re more violent than a female hyena after mating”

“Ma-mating?!”

Your wide eyes take in Ruggie’s figure, only now barely covered; his torso is bare, a few scratches across his shoulders and pecs, a purplish hickey on his neck.

You glance down and see your own chest just as bare, covered in bite marks and a couple of hickeys along the curve of your breasts.

You clutch the pillow to you like a shield, covering your chest. “What…? Did we…? What happened?”

Ruggie props himself on one shoulder and starts counting on his fingers. “Let’s see… we danced a few songs, you stole a sweet straight outta my mouth, I got it back by kissing you, you asked me to teach you how the ‘wild animals of the savanna’ end the night… and I guess we got a little outta control, huh?”

The memories come in flashes: Ruggie’s hands on your hips while he spun you around again and again until you got dizzy. His wild laugh when you chased him down corridor after corridor, stumbling over your own feet, until you caught him and kissed him in the darkness of an empty hallway.

Wild, hungry kisses, little bites along your neck and collarbone. A particularly mischievous nip at your hip when he yanked your underwear down with his teeth; his hands positioning you on your back, one on your hip and the other lifting your leg, presenting you open for him.

His quick, skillful fingers moving nonstop inside your cunt while his tongue slowly licked your clit. “Fuck, best meal I’ve ever had” Your back arching when he found your most sensitive spot and hit it again and again and again, making you see stars and moan nonstop.

The way he bent you over, half your body on the bed, the other with your feet on the floor, your ass raised high so he could knead it, squeeze it, smack it.

The fast, eager rhythm of his thrusts, his hips slamming relentlessly into your backside, making it bounce. “Look at it move” His chest against your back, gripping your hips tight so you wouldn’t collapse.

His cock opening you inch by inch, trying to go deeper and harder, pinching your nipples so you couldn’t help but moan for him.

The way he sat you on top of him, Ruggie perfectly level with your breasts, squeezing and massaging them while you dropped down on him again and again. Your hands on his shoulders to keep your balance so you could move faster and keep your clit rubbing constantly against him.

His dirty words in your ear when he felt your spongy walls tighten, knowing you were about to cum. “C’mon, pretty, cum for me. I want you screaming for me”

Ruggie’s name on your lips when you cum hard, collapsing onto him, your nipples brushing his chest, already so sensitive and abused by his fingers and teeth; his reaction to having you squeeze him so tight, now moving you at his rhythm, fast and feral again.

“Ruggie! I-I’m sensitive!” him just moving you faster until you cum again, him chasing his own orgasm.

The moment Ruggie spilled outside, splattering your stomach with his seed. “I know you’ve got more in you, sunshine. ’Cause I’m nowhere near satisfied”

You groan, hiding your face behind the pillow, the fragments painfully vivid even with your eyes closed. “Oh Seven… really?”

“Yeah, pretty. And you were loud… pretty sure we didn’t let anyone in the dorm sleep.”

That does not make it better!!

Ruggie’s now stretched on his back, arms behind his head, the picture of satisfaction. You can’t help tracing his naked body with your eyes, every mark, every scratch, every hickey… drifting lower and lower, seeing the outline of his barely-awake cock under the sheets.

Ruggie’s eyes are up there, you know?

Your cheeks flush red and you look up at the ceiling, a mix of embarrassment and lingering arousal settling in your stomach and between your legs.

Ruggie stretches a hand toward your face, a finger tapping your nose. “You okay? No regrets?”

“I think… I think I’m okay.” You look back at him. “Just… wow.”

His grin now shows nothing but fangs and he sits up until your noses touch. “Just wow? Guess I’ll have to try harder then”

You shove him with the pillow and he catches your wrist, pulling you until you end up half on top of him. “You looked so happy last night, I wanna do it again”

His lips find yours, slow, almost a brush. His hand slides up your arm until he pulls away the pillow that so shamelessly hides the beautiful sight of your breasts marked by him.

“And if you’re in the mood, maybe I can make breakfast too… but only if you pay me in kisses.”

You settle more comfortably over him, wrapping both arms around his neck. Your cunt perfectly positioned over his throbbing, hungry cock, eager to sink back into you.

“Deal, hyena”

Jack

There’s a strong, solid, enveloping heat pressing you from all sides, keeping your back glued to a body much larger than yours, two limbs holding you tightly, wrapping around your waist from both sides.

You open your eyes, confused, and notice those limbs are two arms, huge and muscular, hugging you and keeping you firmly trapped.

And on top of that… you also feel something furry and fluffy tickling your leg.

…You lift the sheets.

It takes you a moment to register that: you’re naked, there’s a silver tail over your leg, the sheets aren’t yours, the bed isn’t Ramshackle’s… it goes without saying the room isn’t yours either.

Someone’s warm, light breathing prickles the skin of your neck. You turn your head slightly and see silver strands, adorned with two relaxed ears, barely twitching with each breath.

Jack huffs softly against your hair, his chest vibrating with his deep breathing. You feel his nose brush your nape and, with a low growl, he pulls you even closer, pressing your ass against his hip.

You feel his cock, hard, throbbing and big, even half-asleep; you hold back a gasp, noticing that small tingle of pleasure mixed with curiosity and the faint suspicion that last night was wilder than you want to admit.

“Jack…” your pulse suddenly races, like you’re running a marathon.

And with this wolf behind you… naked, for the record… there’s a very good chance you already ran that marathon.

You try to move slowly, but his arms tighten a little more, leaving small kisses along your nape.

Memories from the night before hit like lightning: the moment you leaned too heavily against his huge chest, your hands stroking up along his big arms, appreciating his muscles; his own hands pulling you even closer before pinning you against the wall.

His arms lifting you effortlessly—you weighing nothing to him—his mouth devouring yours while he held you snug against his groin. In that position, lifted and pressed between two solid surfaces, he made you feel so small; your cunt already growing wet with anticipation.

You remember the damp heat of his mouth moving down your neck, his tongue heavy with desire, soft bites leaving marks he then kissed tenderly or soothed with his tongue. “Does it hurt?” he’d whisper, and when you shook your head no, he dared to bite a little harder, growling when he felt you tremble beneath him.

The moment he laid you on your back on the bed, his knees between yours, his lips kissing every inch of your chest, licking, sucking your nipples until you were breathless.

His big, calloused hands exploring your body, opening your legs, sliding his fingers inside your more-than-wet pussy, opening you patiently but without hiding his desire, his palm right over your clit. Every time his fingers curled inside you, he stimulated that sensitive bundle at the same time.

His erection, heavy and throbbing, brushing your cunt, rubbing and letting your fluids wet him and make him harder; his tip rubbing your clit, ready to pull another orgasm from you without even being inside yet.

The way he arranged you on your side, lifting one leg and penetrating you slowly, filling you completely. Both your breathing ragged, mixed with gasps. His movements slow at first, sliding in and out, his hand holding your neck so he could bite you freely. “Let me mark you, let the whole world know you’re mine”

When you rode him, his cock sinking deeper, the wetness of your pussy soaking his abdomen and your legs, letting him thrust into you more easily, your hands on his chest, nails digging into his skin. The strength of his arms guiding you up and down, trembling when he felt your walls tighten more and more, cumming with his cock buried deep inside.

The moment you felt him swell at the base inside you, the pressure of his knot beginning to form, Jack gripping your waist to keep you from moving. “If you keep moving that good, I’m gonna cum deep inside you,” you trembled in his hold, his knot stretching you much wider.

The moment you both cum together, him howling your name muffled into your neck, the heat of his seed filling you, his knot firmly seated, keeping every drop from leaving your cunt and preventing you from separating while your orgasm made you writhe from head to toe.

The way he pulled you to him, his knot still deep inside, but his hands soft and protective, stroking your hair and face while you came down from the wave of your climax.

You dare to turn a little more, your memories from last night fresh and very, very hot, when you see Jack open his eyes, still confused and sleepy; his voice rough and deep… if that’s even possible.

“Morning, did you sleep well?”

“I think so… I can’t really feel my body… except my head.”

A small smile slips from him, nervous but sincere. “Didn’t mean to be rough last night.” His fingers trace the curve of your back. “But… I couldn’t stop touching you.”

A shiver runs down your spine, his fingertips along with the growing pressure against your ass. “I can tell”

You hear a growl leave his throat, your back arching as you reach to touch his chest, his shoulders; Jack bites his lip when he feels you press even closer to him. “You’re doing that on purpose”

You laugh at the little self-control he’s battling to maintain… though it makes you squeeze your eyes shut at the sudden stab of your headache. His hands stroke your body slowly so the sudden pain fades a little.

Every brush, every caress, is loaded with that contained animal desire, which finally snaps when he kisses your neck again, hungrier and deeper. Soon, the bed creaks again beneath both your weights, the heat rising between your bodies.

In the morning, all that remains is the murmur of your name on his lips and his arms, steady and strong, settling you beneath him once more, while the sun keeps rising over the horizon.

Azul

For a moment, everything feels too and perfectly still, like a silent cocoon of warmth and luxury. The sheets feel incredibly soft and there’s a scent in the air faintly like sea salt.

Okay… your dorm never smelled like sea salt and you never had sheets this soft.

You open your eyes, blinking slowly against a haze of early light slipping through elegant curtains.

Yep, definitely not Ramshackle.

And this is not your room, much less your bed.

From the décor and the scent in the air… it’s obviously Octavinelle.

Your heart starts hammering, panic rising because you don’t know what the hell you’re doing here, until you feel a weight shift beside you. You turn and see Azul sitting on the bed, already wearing his glasses, hair messy from sleep, reading what you assume are his latest contracts.

He turns his head when he notices you move and smiles at you, a little hesitant but very soft…

Damn, much softer than any smile he’s ever given a client or even his dormmates.

“Ah, good morning” His voice low and honeyed, surprisingly calm for a man who just woke up naked beside you.

Naked

Because yes, Azul’s torso is completely bare, free in all its glory, the sheet very low, too low, barely covering him from the waist down.

And your body is naked too

“Good morning…” is all you manage to say, your voice completely shot, your throat sore.

Your memories come back in swirling flashes: you approaching Azul behind an improvised bar in the middle of the lounge, whispering things to him that obviously had nothing to do with the party and absolutely couldn’t be repeated in broad daylight. His hands guiding you out of the lounge, leading you to his room and devouring your mouth like the hungriest man alive.

His slightly trembling hands stripping you piece by piece, caressing every part he uncovered; the way he adored every curve, the softness of your skin, his mouth lingering with unusual slowness over your chest, his attitude almost devout.

“You’re so soft, so beautiful, it’s… you make me insatiable” his tongue licking your nipple while the other was stroked and lightly twisted by his fingers. Your breasts were the main course for Azul, kissing, licking, biting, every inch of total interest to him.

Your hand in his hair when he moved down to your wet cunt, pulling him closer, asking, begging him to continue, to devour you like you deserved. “More, Azul, please, keep going” The groan he let out reverberated against your clit, his fingers sliding in gently. Your wetness already staining the bed and his face, and like a proper gentleman he didn’t stop until you cum with his face buried between your legs, his tongue cruel on your clit.

His eyes widening when he slided in for the first time, feeling your spongy walls squeeze him everywhere. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your hands on his back, pulling him toward you to kiss him and let him fucked you however he wanted: slow and deep, savoring every moan, or fast and hard, shouting his name as you cum.

“That’s it, my love, keep going, let me hear how sweetly my siren sings” His cock plunging into you again and again and again, his fluids mixing with yours, bringing you to the next orgasm with his thumb on your clit.

You blush hard, instinctively pulling the sheet up to cover your chest. Azul’s gaze is hungry and devout, but careful. “Are you alright? Are you sore, my siren?”

You open your mouth, only to catch sight of something strange and pink on the skin of your arms, round and vividly colored, like they were made with a lot of pressure and enthusiasm.

You lift your arms, the trail continuing over your chest, shoulders, even down your hips. Beneath the sheets it’s the same—more marks across your thighs. Perfectly scattered, forming a pattern.

The marks are shaped like…

Suction cups?

You look at Azul, who’s gone red with both mortification and fascination. “Uh… those are… yes, they are suction cups.” He brings a hand to his eyes, adjusting his glasses. “My apologies, you were so soft that… I lost control a bit.”

You don’t know whether to laugh or scream from adrenaline.

You choose the first.

A small gasp escapes you, followed by a soft laugh and then a more euphoric one, still not fully processing what’s happening. “You… you marked me? With… your… tentacles?”

HOLY SHIT!!!

More memories crash in like storm waves: Azul holding both your legs with two of his tentacles, spreading you at will, keeping you from closing them while he penetrated you with what you assume was his inseminator tentacle; both coiling over your thighs and squeezing lightly.

The cold, heavy pressure now around your arms, even your neck, as Azul increased the intensity, his tentacle sliding in and out, twisting inside you with inhuman speed. “You look so delicious like this, so helpless, and so mine”

His tongue returning to your breasts while his tentacle curled and explored your interior, tearing scream after scream from you that had to be muffled by another of his tentacles. At first just covering your mouth, but Azul’s gaze when he saw your lips wet from his limbs showed he wanted even more from you.

The wet limb sliding its tip over your mouth, playing with your tongue as if it were another tongue, until reaching your throat and twisting like the one inside your cunt. Both creating waves of pleasure and heat that made you convulse and cum.

“Can you bear it, my siren? I want you to feel what it is to be truly possessed,” the inhuman rhythm as he panted at your ear, his tentacles never stopping, even when you felt him spilled deep inside.

His smile as he watched you tremble, his torso pressed to your back, two tentacles wrapping your waist and keeping you still while he penetrated you again and again, thrusting with undulating movements, the tip of another limb playing with your clit, every contraction pushing your body further past its limit.

“I can give you a cream if you wish,” Azul’s voice cuts through your thoughts. “Though you will have to cover yourself quite well for the next few days.”

Still amazed and a bit stunned at what your body endured, you smile, because in the end… your body feels deliciously, painfully satisfied.

You roll onto your side, letting the sheet fall a little more. “I’ll take the cream, but I’m not covering up to my neck.”

“Oh, no?”

“No—” you cough, still feeling the soreness in your throat. “They’re proof the octopus fucked me pretty well.”

He swallows hard, the tips of his ears completely crimson, looking like they might explode.

“Well… if you put it that way… I can’t help but accept that it was a… sublime night.”

10/10

“Impossible not to desire someone like you” His gaze drifts down your breasts, your torso, biting his lip as if wanting to lift the sheet and lose himself between your legs again.

You lean closer, tugging his arm so he falls over you, his glasses crooked on his face. “Impossible not to want you either”

“You are dangerous, you know that? Now it’s going to be impossible for me to concentrate at the Mostro” He kisses you long along the collarbone, his arms wrapping your waist, fingertips stroking your soft skin.

“Oh, poor unfortunate soul~”

You let out a squeak when you feel Azul bite your shoulder.

Kalim

The bright, golden sun wakes you, your eyes opening heavily and almost closing again. Your head hurts like hell and you’re pretty sure that if you move too fast you’ll end up terribly dizzy.

The room smells far too sweet, like coconut, but mixed with spice and turmeric, and the atmosphere is far too soft to be real.

The sheets are just as soft, a kind of silk only found in Arabic countries, accompanied by red and gold accents that definitely don’t belong to your room.

Yeah… you’re in Scarabia.

You stretch and immediately freeze. You feel warmth, but not the kind of warmth from sheets—this is the warmth of another body pressed very close to yours, skin against skin.

And you’re naked and…

OH GOD! The other person is too.

Kalim’s feet, tangled with yours, brush along your legs, waking slowly and pulling you even closer to him.

Your eyes meet his ruby ones and a smile spreads across his face, so radiant and gentle, and he nestles his head even closer to your neck, as if he wanted the two of you to fuse into one.

His hair is completely messy, his skin glowing, and he is absolutely, gloriously, not worried at all about the fact that neither of you is wearing clothes. His hand rests on your hip, his thumb tracing slow, lazy circles on your skin.

“Oh! Good morning, my love!” he smiles, his voice still a little rough with sleep. “How is the most beautiful desert's flower feeling?”

“Umm, my head hurts a little.”

“Ah! That’s not good, I’ll see if I can bring you something for the pain.” He barely gets up, the sheet sliding down his torso, leaving him in all his glory… and it keeps dropping.

And more… and more… and more… until he stands fully revealed before you, his cinnamon skin shining in the sunlight.

You make a small sound of surprise, half embarrassment, half delight.

Kalim, already out of bed, turns his back to you, letting you see thin red marks trailing from his shoulders down to his hip; the tattoos on his arms, combined with the shine of leftover sweat, make them look a bit more defined.

Wait… leftover sweat… both of you naked…

“Kalim?”

“Hmm?”

“Did we…? Did we sleep together?”

Kalim moves back toward the bed, kneeling so his face is level with yours. “Yes, my love! We were together all night!” His eyes now show a hint of concern. “You don’t remember?”

You blush instantly, memories from last night flickering behind your eyes: Kalim pulling you onto the dance floor, laughing so much he almost dropped you, but his hands—always soft and steady—keeping you close; every spin among waves of color and music making you dizzy with happiness. A stolen kiss in the middle of a turn, then another, and another… until his lips never left yours while he pinned you against a wall to devour you properly.

“Let me show you how much I desire you” he whispered in your ear once you were naked in his bed, his mouth returning to yours but not staying long; his need now to roam your burning skin while his hand wandered over your stomach until reaching your thighs.

His tongue passing over the hollow of your neck, along the side of your breast, licking one nipple with calm devotion, using your moan to slide a finger along your wet folds, discovering step by step what made you moan more sweetly, what made you arch or beg for more, before even pushing inside or circling your clit.

The warmth of his body in sync with yours, watching how much you enjoyed everything he gave you; you were the most beautiful and exquisite sight he had ever seen. “Come on, qalbi, let go for me, I want to see you tremble with pleasure”

The moment he sat you on top of him, wanting to see your face when he slided in, his hands roaming your body, from your shoulders to your thighs, massaging the softness of your abdomen and the roundness of your breasts. He let you control the rhythm, biting his lip as he watched your body bounce and move over him.

“How beautiful you are… I want to see you like this every day” Kalim’s moans and gasps echoed in the room, his head thrown back, feeling your walls tighten every time you sank his cock deep inside.

The wind raising goosebumps on your skin when he held you against the columns of his window, letting the moonlight outline your figure, a drop of sweat shining as it slid between your breasts and Kalim licking it away; his hands holding your ass while his hips struck as he thrust into you again and again and again.

You remember the moment he cummed inside you, the warmth of his semen filling you, his mouth releasing the sweetest, wildest groan you’d ever heard. Your own orgasm followed soon after thanks to his skilled thumb and his fervent need to see you cum with his cock still inside.

Even after he’d finished and you were both breathless, Kalim didn’t want to leave your warmth, moving his hips slightly just so you’d feel him hardening again inside your walls. “I’m not satisfied yet, qalbi, I want more of you”

Both of you in bed, sweaty and panting; Kalim kissing your hands, your stomach, collecting with his fingers the mess sliding from your cunt, staining the expensive sheets, and bringing it to his mouth, looking straight at you as he tasted it.

The heat between your thighs intensifies when Kalim kisses your forehead, realizing you’re getting lost in the indecent memories. “Did I exhaust you?”

“I...I guess...a little, yes.”

“Stay right here, I’ll be back.”

You watch him grab a pair of boxers from the floor and barely pull some pants on before leaving the room. After a little while, he comes back carrying a glass of fruity liquid and something for your headache.

Oh gods, what a sweetheart

Little by little your pain fades and you can melt even deeper into the soft bed; your heart flutters when Kalim lies back down, pulling you close and hugging you as if afraid you might disappear at any moment.

What a pleasant moment…

Your stomach tightens when his hand slides along your inner thigh. “Kalim—”

“You’re so beautiful when you’re nervous, look at you, all flushed! I want you to relax even more, qalbi.”

Before you can answer, his fingers are already brushing your sensitive cunt; you gasp, your hips arching unconsciously.

Kalim’s lips curve into a mischievous, charming smile. “You’re still wet? Did you miss me, my love?”

He kisses you slowly and deeply, his fingers never stopping their soft circles before sliding into your cunt again. You melt feeling him in the morning light, pleasure right at the surface.

Your fingers run through the white strands of his hair, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss, Kalim moans against your mouth and you answer by biting his lower lip.

The whole room seems to turn golden as the two of you lose yourselves in each other again, tangled in the sheets.

Epel

The sweet, fresh smell of apples fills the air, mixed with the warm fragrance of clean sheets and some natural, expensive undertones… You don’t even need to open your eyes to know you’re not in your cold, poorly kept dorm.

The second thing you allow yourself to feel is your dry mouth, your head pounding from every possible angle.

And the third is the brush of a naked leg against your thigh, and uneven breathing behind your neck.

You open your eyes slowly, blinking at the damn light slipping through the light, characteristically expensive Pomefiore curtains, and turn your head. Epel is asleep on his stomach, one hand in his tangled hair; his leg so shamelessly stretched to rest between your bare thighs.

AHHHHHHH BARE!!

Your whole body is naked and if you look at Epel’s body again—especially his chest rising and falling in a quiet breath—you’ll see he’s naked too.

You also notice thin scratched lines, suspiciously like the kind made by nails, and a fairly large purplish hickey in the hollow between his shoulder and neck.

SHIT… Vil is going to kill me

“Fuck…”

It was just a tiny groan, nothing loud, but enough to wake the lavender-haired boy. He opens one eye, and when he sees you looking at him, he jolts, a mix of embarrassment and shock.

“HOLY SHIT!”

Okay, his came out louder.

You both stare at each other, him trying to cover his modesty with the blanket already sprawled across the bed, his face completely red up to his ears; meanwhile, you’re processing the disaster.

“So… we… we did a… thing… right?”

“Uh… I guess? I remember… a couple things…”

Slowly, and with your head still throbbing, the memories return in flashes: the exact moment Epel, already heated by alcohol and excitement, caught you in his arms in the middle of the party, not caring who was watching, and pulled you tight against him, devouring your mouth right on the dance floor.

His audacity dragging you outside the lounge, not giving a damn that Vil was watching from the other end and shouting that “that’s no way to treat a lady”; Epel simply flipping him off while still kissing you and sliding his hand onto your ass, even sneaking it under your pants to pull you closer.

“I’m not stopping, I want you all to myself, now,” the way he slammed you against the wall the second you reached his room, stripping your clothes with trembling hands but completely sure of what he wanted. The desire to have you naked and screaming for him so everyone in the dorm would hear who was fucking you so good.

His hands squeezing and marking with desperate urgency, wanting to feel you arch and tremble under him; his nails scraping your thighs while he spread your legs without asking, his fingers sliding between your cunt.

His digits, at first two, then three, moving in and out with such obscene ease that even the small wet sounds from you didn’t improve your pathetic situation; and on top of that making a mess on the floor with your fluids running down your legs and splashing the carpet.

You remember when he grabbed your waist and spun you suddenly, pressing you face-first to the wall with your ass perfectly positioned for him, his cock entering your cunt in a first thrust that tore a raw, overflowing moan from you.

“That’s it, my häschen, moan louder, let the whole dorm hear you” he fucked you in a frantic rhythm, both hands gripping your hips so hard they left finger marks on your skin, pulling you back into him so his cock disappeared into your wet, spongy walls.

The warmth of his chest against your back when he leaned in to grab one of your breasts and squeeze it, pinching your nipple between his fingers. His pants at your ear, his teeth leaving marks on your shoulder and neck.

The moment your walls tightened harder around him, your orgasm coming, and that same hand dropping to your clit, making fast, merciless circles to push you over quicker. “Yes! Yes, Epel… fuck! Don’t—don’t stop”

The cry of pleasure on your lips when you cum, Epel still buried deep inside you; his thrusts didn’t stop, he kept going to the limit, making you shake and beg. “Gods! Sevens… Epel, give me a sec! I need a sec—”

“No, no, no, beautiful, I’m gonna make you cum again, give me everything, häschen,” his own voice turning rougher and wilder as he fucked you harder and faster.

The way he fucked you not just against the wall but also on the floor, his cock sliding even deeper when he lifted your legs to place them over his shoulders. His pelvis deliciously brushing your sensitive clit.

Epel holding your hips open while the heat of his semen spilled inside your cunt, his teeth biting your shoulder, and in a spasm, your breast.

You return to this morning, Epel avoiding your eyes and curling himself into a small bundle in the sheets. “At least I wasn’t a disaster, right?”

“N-no!! No, you were…”

Great? Amazing? Way bolder than I thought?

“Yeah...yeah you were really bold…”

“…that’s good, or bad?”

“It’s good, Epel!”

The moment is a bit awkward, but sincere and sweet and that’s all that matters.

“Okay, okay, I think I can come out of this victorious”

That’s the spirit

You settle against his shoulder, grabbing the sheet and wrapping it around both of you. It’s warm and he is too; maybe this calm is exactly what you need for your terrible headache.

Though there’s one small problem left to solve.

“OH SHIT!! VIL IS GOING TO KILL ME WHEN HE SEES ME.”

Yup… that little problem.

And let’s be honest, you took the night to “ruin” Epel’s image too with the scratches and the hickey.

Good luck.

Sebek

The first sound you hear when you wake isn’t birds or the sun coming through the window. It’s a crash: a low, guttural groan mixed with the creak of the bed, followed by a snort so loud even the pillow trembles.

You feel the sheet tangled around your waist, your body sticky with sweat, your hair a mess, and a huge hand gripping your thigh so tightly it’s like it wants to hold you forever.

You open your eyes, trying to focus through the sunlight slipping past the curtains into a room… far too dark…

And...gothic? Very refined, actually.

You look down, the sheets just as dark, the structural wood of the bed dark too… it’s like being inside a gothic and rather expensive dream.

Ah, and by the way your torso is bare, the sheets only covering your legs…

And yep, underneath those you’re naked too.

You cover your chest, noticing finger marks, bites, burning skin, and swollen lips (and a bit dry).

You turn your head and see Sebek, eyes wide as saucers, his chest bare too, skin dotted with bites and scratches that who knows where they came from.

Spoiler alert: it was your own nails, during a moment so out of control and pleasurable, that created such a masterpiece.

“AH!” he shouts, voice loud and raw. “W-what…?”

His morning-rough voice comes out with some alarm… only to end in a small howl of pure embarrassment.

You try to speak, but only a hoarse sigh comes out. Your head throbs, your body burns, and your groin pulses and tingles.

Holy… shit…

The silence lasts barely a second before Sebek starts unleashing a torrent of rushed words, practically yelling, red to the roots of his electric-green hair.

A green so intense it hurts to look at right now with this massive headache.

“I-it is not proper for a gentleman! I have committed an unforgivable error! Miss, I swear by the Great Lord Malleus that I would never…!”

“FUCK… DON’T SHOUT SO LOUD!! MY HEAD IS SPLITTING!”

Absolute silence when you bring your hands to your temples, trying to ease the pain by pressing them.

Silence… silence… only silence is needed.

Your memory returns in flashes: you remember pulling Sebek to dance, even if only for a few minutes… or a few songs?… in the middle of the improvised dance floor, though honestly… you weren’t expecting to dance with him, but to feel his big, strong, calloused hands hold your hips while you whispered things to him (things you definitely can’t say out loud), watching him blush.

The moment Sebek, also weakened by the alcohol, lifted you into his arms without any care, as if you weighed no more than a feather. His heavy, loud breathing at your neck while he kissed you, his long, powerful strides taking you out of the lounge and into the darkness of his room.

“I cannot stop, this is not the conduct of an honorable knight… but I desire you too much,” those same hands roaming every part of your body almost desperately, squeezing, scratching, leaving red marks on your thighs and sides, unable to measure his strength.

The moment you took his hands and placed them on your breasts, teaching him how to touch you, how to make you arch and moan and gasp under his touch, Sebek learning like a proper knight and like the lover he wanted to be for his sweet maiden, feeling your warmth beneath his fingertips.

The same happened when you guided his hand to your stomach, sliding it slowly so he could feel you tremble when his fingers found your clit. “You need to do it slowly first, feel how I get wet when you touch me like that” Slowly, learning, feeling his fingers grow slick while he brushed your wet folds uncertainly.

You remember his clumsy but very hungry mouth moving down your breasts, biting your nipple until you moaned and kissing the mark when he released it, then doing the same to the other.

The moment you sat astride him, positioning your wet cunt over his already painfully hard, needy cock. Your hand sliding down his broad chest, over his stomach, which tensed when he felt your nails scrape his skin; the warmth of your hand when you wrapped it around his cock and stroked him.

His eyes barely open as you moved your hand up and down over him, watching shamelessly as he melted beneath you, barely holding back before finishing in your hand.

The moment you rode him, at first slowly, your nails digging into his chest, Sebek’s muscles tense and his mouth open, moaning louder than you thought possible. “Oh, seven… more—don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!”

The wild rhythm of your hips slamming against his, both bodies colliding hard, the mattress squealing; your drops so rough you could feel him deep inside, his cock deliciously opening you, your own body seeking to feel more and more of him.

Sweat running down his neck, so perfect shining in the dim light of the room, that you couldn’t help but lean down and run your tongue over his skin, your clit brushing his stomach, your breasts pressing against his chest. The new angle letting him go deeper and pound your sensitive spot.

“I don’t… I don’t think I can hold on much longer!” and that was the last thing he said before grabbing your hips and moving you at a speed you never could have reached on your own.

The moment you both cum at the same time, so strong and explosive that you simply collapsed on top of him, your clit throbbing against his stomach; Sebek trembling as he spilled inside you, his semen slipping from your entrance down your legs, a nearly beastlike groan and his whole body shaking with pure pleasure.

“We did something… inappropriate… didn’t we?” Sebek’s low, defeated and astonished voice breaks through your indecent memories.

You don’t know whether to laugh, cry, or hide your face again.

“Y-yeah… uh… yeah, we did”

Keep your breathing steady, your head doesn’t hurt as much now, but anything you say could ruin the morning.

“But… I don’t think it was inappropriate”

He stays silent, swallowing. He searches your eyes for any hint of insecurity or regret… and he thinks he finds none.

“Was it… something good? Did I hurt you at any point?”

The unexpected tenderness hits your chest; you take his hand and your fingers squeeze his tightly. “You didn’t hurt me at all… it was just… intense.”

“Intense?”

“Mhm… you left me shaking.”

You see him relax a little… juuust a little, still unable to believe what he just lived through.

Putting the drama aside… it was the best fuck either of you ever had in your lives… and you were his first time.

Congratulations!!

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ℒeona !

he laughs, not judgemental, but amused. he pulls the zipper down all the way and caresses the text with his fingers, your hips jerk at his touch.

his eyes sharpened with lust as he leaned over, breath hot against your skin as he whispered. "i am a lucky man, aren't i?"

he teases the waistband of your panties and hooks a finger under them to slap them back against your skin, biting your lip to not let out a noise.

when you innocently ask him what he thinks of them, he groans, "don't act dumb."

a large hand settles on the back of your waist, fingers finding their way down your pants all while still straddling over you.

"you're just asking for trouble, aren't ya?" despite the teasing, leona loved it. only he can see these panties and he keeps it in the back of his mind until the end of the day.

may or may not gag you with them as well, hey you didn't hear it from me.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ℱloyd !

floyd was already kissing you when he pushed you down to the bed, gently but also a tad bit on the rough side. his lips dance over yours as his fingers fumbled with your belt and when he zips down your jeans...he paused.

his fingers flutter over your panties and he looked down to see the text, just by the zipper.

he blinks once, until suddenly bursting out into amused laughter.

"BWAHHA!! lucky me, huh?" he happily sighs, fingers pulling your pants down as he leans over and kisses your neck.

"i'm keeping you forever, my lucky girl~"

he doesn't stop kissing your neck, in fact he kisses down your stomach and bites your skin just over your waistband.

he caresses your thighs, pulling down your panties slowly all while still looking at you, "let's see how long my luck lasts, yah baby?"

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝒱il !

he gives you a long, measured look. like he was expecting this is something you would do. when he sees the text, he rubs your sides up and down and keep you pinned under him.

"well, i have to admit." vil spoke with elegance, no hint of embarrassment to be found. "they suit you quite well~"

his lips curl into an amusing smile. his fingers dance over your skin and down your panties to tease them, "you're a cheeky little girl, aren't you?"

he leans down to kiss you, all the while pulling your panties down along with your jeans and lets your back arch to help him.

he's not, in no way, upset about reading the text. in fact, he's glad he gets to be the only one allowed to see you like this—to know that he is the only lucky guy who will get his hands on you.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝒞ater !

absolutely LOVES it. he loves it so much he stops mid flirt to go goo-goo-ga-ga over it. he likes it's so hot, he has a goofy smile on his face while whipping out his phone.

"damn, baby. i didn't know you were flirty like that~ it's kinda hot, actually! you have to let me post this, you're going to get so many views<3 !!"

of course, he won't post anything without your permission, but that doesn't mean he's making an entire album with just you.

"i guess i am a lucky guy, huh? well, it's obvious to others when they see me kiss you, but damn this just makes me wanna fuck you ever more~"

you pull his hair at his comment and he will laugh, leaning in for a playful kiss until it turned messy and a night you'll never forget.

end notes: ......................im sick.

𝙂rim woke up with an ear piercing scream that came from the corner of the bedroom. He immediately woke up because he has never heard you scream before— he's heard you squeel and cry, but screaming bloody murder? In all the months he's been with you, amidst the overblots and dangerous situations you two find yourself in, you have never screamed bloody murder before.

He shot up from the bed with his fur standing up and prepared a fighting stance while looking around the room.

"WHAT? WHAT HAPPENED? DID SOMEONE STEAL THE TUNA?"

Your screaming turned into cries, and he glanced worriedly at you. "NO. THIS IS MUCH MORE WORSE THAN THAT." you wailed while holding your phone with an undying grip.

You curled up in a fetus position. "My reputation..." You paused for dramatic effect— or because you were being dramatic, who's to say? "Is ruined..." You whispered under your breath.

Grim calmed down after realizing that you two weren't in danger and it was just something that you were upset about— speaking of, what were you upset about anyways? There weren't any thieves or any school activities today since it's literally Saturday, so what gives?

"Eh? What are talkin' about?" You looked up at him with watery eyes "m-my digital letters was released..." Your eyes held that dreadful emotion inside "to my old crushes" then, as if a dam broke out, you started to cry again, you hiccuped and sniffled as you tried to contain all of it to say something. "I-I thought that-" you hiccuped "I buried it deep in my notes app!" You sniffled. Grim's face turned to worry, to realization. "Wait- ya' mean those things that wrote while kickin' your feet in bed?" You nodded while sniffling. His expression then turned to realization, to smug "oh, those things? Yeah I sent it to them to help ya' confess your feelings to them"

The room turned ghost-quiet after his statement.

"You what?"

"... I sent them to yer' crushes...?" He said nervously.

You turned around slowly with a neutral expression— not your usual neutral expression, oh no certainly not, instead this was much more blank and screamed 'I will murder you in the next ten seconds if you don't take back what you said' kind of expression.

You held up three fingers. "You have three seconds."

Grim's hair stood up and he took a step back in reflex. "THREE SECONDS TO WHAT???" he screamed while backing up; meanwhile you were standing up slowly while keeping eye contact. You tilted your head and smiled— a smile that didn't reach your eyes, "to run of course!"

He bolted— that was the first time he actually ran with fear and confusion, and he did not like how you were just standing there doing nothing.

"WAIT NO I'M SORRY PREFECT! I DIDN'T MEAN TO-"

You sat down on the dinner table with test streaks on your face, you groaned and slumped to your seat while staring at your phone. "How do I respond to them..." You cried while tracing patterns on the table.

Grim sat across from you with a bump on his head, he grumbled as he adjusted the ice pack on his head. "I don't know why yer' so worked up about this, ya' can just tell them y'know?" Your eyes twitched at that. You snapped your head to him "you want your tuna confiscated too?" He went dead silent and stiff, he shook his head hurriedly and took a step back Instinctually. "Exactly. Now keep quiet because I'm trying to fix the problem you-" you pointed your finger at him "caused" you glared at him.

You sighed and picked up your phone.

You screamed and cried while pushing your phone out of your reach.

"GRIM THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT"

"I WAS TRYIN' TO HELP YA'!" He shouted back at you while pouting. You sighed then laughed, the mentally deranged laugh that you do when everything goes downhill, because this is all going downhill. You were just going to be relaxing and doing what any normal human being would do with free time, but of course, Grim had to fuck it up and make more problems.

You glanced at him. "I'm never going to give you cuddles ever again" he froze, looked at you with a horrified expression, "I SAID I WAS SORRY???"

You turned your back from him as he continued to grovel on your feet; meanwhile, you picked your phone back again.

Cater Diamond

Cater freezes mid stroke the second the door opens, phone still in his other hand. Both of you just stare at each other in dead silence for what feels like an eternity. His usual flashy smile is nowhere to be found. Instead, his face turns the color of a rose as he slowly lowers his phone, yanks the blanket up and lets out a nervous little laugh that cracks halfway through.

“Uhh… hey, bestie~ This is, like… super embarrassing right now...” He tries to play it off with his typical carefree vibe, but his voice is higher than usual and he can’t meet your eyes. “Can we pretend this never happened? I’ll even delete the last five minutes from my brain if you do…please…”

Inside, he’s dying. Cater hates feeling exposed like this, especially in front of someone he’s been low key crushing on and trying to impress. Expect him to spam you with cute apology selfies or memes later, desperately trying to turn the whole thing into an inside joke so it doesn’t ruin his chances.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul is in full “vulnerable mode”. One hand down his pants, the other covering his mouth to muffle any sounds, glasses slightly fogged up from the heat of the moment. The second you walk in, his eyes blow wide open. His face goes from pale to scarlet in record time. He yanks his hand out and frantically pulls his pants up, nearly knocking his glasses off in the process.

“W-What are you…?! Don’t you know basic manners?! You should have knocked! This is highly inappropriate and…and barbaric behavior!”

You just smirk and tease “Your little whimpers were actually kinda cute, Azul” before casually walking out.

He’s left absolutely mortified. For days afterward, he avoids you like the plague, hiding behind Jade and Floyd while internally replaying your words on loop. But the blush gives him away every time. Deep down, the fact that you called him “cute” instead of grossing out makes his crush on you ten times worse.

Jamil Viper

Jamil finally has a rare moment of peace after endless chores and babysitting Kalim. He’s enjoying some well deserved alone time when you barge in without knocking, casually asking if he can tutor you.

You both freeze. His hand stops. His eyes twitch in pure irritation mixed with horror. You slap your hands over your eyes and blurt out, “Why would you do that?!”

Jamil immediately snaps back, voice sharp but laced with embarrassment “You’re the one who didn’t knock and just barged into my room! This is my space! I don’t owe you any explanation for what I do in private!”

He’s trying to sound calm and in control like always, but his usual composed mask is cracking hard. He quickly covers himself and shoos you out.

Later, he’ll act like nothing happened, but he’s extra prickly and avoids eye contact for a while. He just wanna die from embarrassment

Rook Hunt

You were supposed to have a fun skincare night with Rook after you got some fancy new face masks from Vil. You knock lightly but walk in excitedly only to find him sitting in his chair, one hand holding a photo, the other very much occupied with himself.

You freeze, immediately start apologizing profusely for invading his privacy, and turn to leave… until you catch a glimpse of the photo he’s holding. Is that… you?! A photo of you that you don’t remember him ever taking.

Rook looks up and flashes that signature dramatic smile even while hr caught red handed (literally). “Ah! Trickster~ It seems the hunt has been revealed a bit earlier than planned. I can explain everything…”

He has zero shame in his admiration for your “beauty” but there’s a playful glint in his eye that says he’s delighted you caught him. He’ll be poetic about how your image inspires him, making the whole situation ten times more intense and embarrassing.

Idia Shroud

Idia is in his room, lights dim, multiple monitors on. One screen has your magicam profile pulled up, while his hand is busy under his desk.

You walk in because Ortho asked you to drop off some papers. “Hey Idia, Ortho said…”

You freeze. He freezes. Your eyes flick from his face to his hand then to your photos on the screen then back to him.

Idia’s hair flares bright pink as he yanks his pants up in record time, knocking over a soda can in the process. “N-NO NO NO THIS ISN’T… I mean… it’s not what it looks like!! I was just… research! Character design reference!! Level grinding… wait, no!!! delete that from your memory right now!!”

He’s full panic mode, glitching out and excuses flying everywhere while trying to minimize every window at once. You slowly back out of the room without saying a word, pretending you saw nothing.

Idia is left in dead silence. “……..No reaction… is actually the worst possible reaction…” He curls up in his gaming chair, hair burning neon pink with shame, convinced you now think he’s the biggest creep in NRC. It’ll take Ortho physically dragging him out of his room before he can face you again.

Bonus: he avoids your magicam for weeks… but secretly still has screenshots.

Cater wore an annoyed look on his face. One you didn’t even notice from the way you were completely engrossed in the show on your phone. For the last half hour you hadn’t paid him any mind, and it was starting to annoy him.

“Y/n~” the ginger haired male whined. “I’m in dire need of your attention right now or I’ll die from neglect.”

His dramatization makes you laugh. “Just one more episode Cay, then I’m done.”

Huffing in annoyance, Cater buried his face into the crook of your neck, your hair tickling his nose. He inhaled contentedly. The scent of your shampoo relaxes him even more. His arms wrapped tighter around your midsection to keep you closer. When you still didn’t look up from your show, he frowned.

Fine. Cater would take matters into his own hands.

You immediately flinched at the cold feeling of Cater’s fingers on your skin. He chuckled, his breath hot against your neck. His hands trace up and down your sides, fluttering teasing at first before Cater begins to full blown tickle you.

Your laughter fills the room much to his delight. You try to squirm out of his grasp with no avail, accidentally kicking some of the pillows off the bed. “Stop, Cay your hands are cold!” You manage to wheeze out through your laughs. Now, your stomach was beginning to hurt.

“Not until you give a kiss first and tell me how amazing I am,” Cater insisted.

“Okay! Okay! I yield.” You’re finally freed from your boyfriend’s torture, rolling over to face him with a playful glare. Cater smiles, waiting expectantly for his kiss which you deliver. “You’re so clingy, you know that?”

Cater’s grins only widens. “Only when it comes to you.”

trey clover

No one can convince me that this man isn’t just a giant teddy bear. He’s such a gentle cuddler that’s equal parts big spoon and little spoon. Do you want him to hold you? He does so with tenderness and love. Want to cling to him like a koala? Go for it.

One of his favorite things though is to wake up with you in his arms. You just fit so perfectly against him and there’s nothing better than being able to have you at his side each morning.

As the sun peeks through the curtains, the light makes Trey stir, his eyebrows furrowing in annoyance. He turns on his side, facing away from the window, in hopes that sleep would reclaim him for a few extra minutes. Sleepily, he feels around the bed before finding what he’s looking for, wrapping his arms around your midsection, and pulling you back against his chest.

You groan a bit in your sleep, shifting around to face him so that you could nuzzle against his neck, your legs intertwining together with the messy sheets. Trey’s scent leaves you content and cozy. He always smells good to begin with.

“What time is it?” Trey mumbles, his voice sounding husky and deeper than usual from the drowsiness. He presses lazy kisses across your cheek and jaw, oddly clingy yet very gentle in the way he touches you.

“Dunno,” you yawn. “Don’t you have to help with the preparations for the unbirthday party today?”

“Right…”

Trey reaches over you to the dresser so that he could grab his glasses. His vision starts to clear once he puts them on, finding it a welcome sight to see you cuddled up against him.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” Trey presses a kiss to your temple.

“Do you have to get up now?” You whine. “You’re so warm.”

Trey laughed. “Unfortunately, I do have duties to attend to.”

You tightened your hold around him before giving the best puppy dog eyes you could muster. “Just five more minutes in bed? Please?”

That was all it took to break Trey’s usually so unwavering resolve. How could he say no to you? After all, five more minutes with you in his arms didn’t sound all that bad.

leona kingscholar

King of naps and cuddles. It doesn’t matter if you’re not tired. If he wants to lay down and close his eyes for a few hours, you’re joining him whether you want to or not

Is a very protective cuddler. The kind to keep you close with a lazy arm around your waist. If you stray too far or act like you’re going to get out of bed, he wakes up to ask where you’re going. Leona is not letting you out of his sight.

The sound of your phone vibrating makes you stir awake. You groggily feel around for it, shutting the alarm off by pressing the button, before trying to close your eyes for a few extra minutes of sleep. Moments later, your second alarm goes off which makes you sigh in defeat.

After turning off the alarm, you try to sit up so that you could begin getting ready for your next class. Only…you can’t. A firm arm’s wrapped around your waist, pulling you down on to someone’s chest. No amount of wiggling allowed you to break free.

“Leona~let me go,” you complain. “I have to get ready for my next class.”

“Just skip,” the man beneath you grumbles, his voice husky from exhaustion. Leona’s arm tightens around you when you try to move. His tail wraps itself around you calf, tickling your skin. Nuzzling against the crook of your neck, Leona lets out a content, almost purr-like sigh.

You sigh exasperatedly as you’re completely stuck in his hold. As comfortable as you were, you really did have to get up.

“You can’t afford to skip anymore classes either mister,” you say. “And, we’ll be late if we don’t get ready.” Leona grunts in response, still making no effort to move. You manage to turn around to face him. Placing a teasing kiss against his jaw, you add, “if you get up and go to class, I’ll clear my schedule so that we can nap together all weekend.”

“Fine.”

A few moments pass before reluctantly, the lion sits up, yawning tiredly. You follow suit and stretch out the aches in your arms, but before you could get out of the bed, Leona steals a kiss which catches you off guard.

“I hope you know, that I plan to keep you all to myself this weekend, herbivore,” Leona mused. A playful smirk spread across his face. “And I don’t plan on letting you go.”

vil schoenheit

He’s more of a casual cuddler. The kind that has you tucked against his arm while watching a movie type. He keeps one hand free to access his phone while the other will absentmindedly trace circles down your back that eventually lulls you to sleep.

In public he’s not a big fan of PDA, so when you finally have some alone time with you out of the limelight does he shower you with physical affection. And don’t even think about trying to escape

Vil emerges from the bathroom feeling refreshed and relaxed. After a long day of filming and back to back shoots, he was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to just get in the bed and wind down for the evening.

You were already in your shared bed, tucked under the covers in your silky pajamas (that matched Vil's) with a bowl of freshly popped popcorn in your lap. Vil frowned.

"Really? You know having that much oil before bed will make your skin break out," Vil scoffed as he pulled back the blankets to slide in the bed next to you.

"I know, but we can't watch a movie without popcorn!" You retort, smiling at him.

Vil suppressed his own smile behind an eye roll. "You're just going to fall asleep within the first thirty minutes."

"Will not!"

"If you say so."

Tucking you under his arm, Vil pulled you close against his side before using the remote to turn on a movie. You had picked the film for the night, choosing one Vil himself had starred in with Neige Leblanche (Much to his dismay), but you had insisted it was because you enjoyed Vil's performance the best in this particular movie.

Resting your head on Vil's shoulder, you sunk further into his embrace. A few handfuls of popcorn and twenty minutes later, you had fallen asleep, exactly how Vil predicted.

"You didn't even put a dent in the popcorn," Vil sighed. He set the bowl on the night stand before carefully moving to tuck you under the covers. Your hand shot out to grab his arm.

"Don't go," you mumbled in your sleep.

Vil smiled. "Wouldn't dream of it." He laid down beside you, holding you in his arms as he slowly drifted off.

rook hunt

A true romantic that will sweep you off your feet. Literally. He likes to surprise you with his affections, picking you up from behind when you least expect it and stealing kisses when you’re caught off guard

He does this in public too. He’s not shy about PDA and letting the world know how much he loves you. But of course, if it makes you uncomfortable he’ll refrain. But when it’s just the two of you, Rook loves nothing more than to hold you in his arms.

You were in the bathroom doing your nightly routine to get ready for bed. Rook had been a gentleman in running you a warm bath to unwind. After thoroughly relaxing, you applied your usual skin and hair care before rubbing your body down with your favorite lotions and scrubs.

While bending down to put your items away under the sink cabinet, you don't notice your partner enter the bathroom. Suddenly, Rook's behind you, arms wrapping around your waist to lift and spin you around. A startled squeal leaves your lips, before you begin laughing.

"Rook! Don't do that! You're going to make me have a heart attack."

"Sorry mon amour! I cannot help myself when you look très belle in the pajamas I got you," Rook apologizes with a smile. "Ah! And I see you used the new lotions as well. Might I say the fragrance is absolutely delightful."

"It's kind of hard not to want to use them when I come home to find the most romantic bath waiting for me with a basket full of more roses and toiletries one could use in a lifetime," you say knowingly.

You knew it had to have been Rook who left the giant basket of all the new skin care products, essential oils, lotions, and scented fragrances you used on the bed. There was so much stuff that you couldn't possibly use them up any time soon, which made the basket insanely heavy. But, the sentiment was so endearing that it made your heart flutter.

"I just merely want ma belle to have the best to be able to relax after a long day of hard work." Rook placed a kiss on your cheek.

"Well, hurry up and shower so I can finish my long day in your arms," you tease. "You're not allowed in the bed until you take your outside clothes off."

"If that's what ma belle wants, ma belle shall receive."

idia shroud

Physical touch makes his brain short circuit, so you have to ease him into it. You have to initiate in the beginning, taking it upon yourself to wrap your arms around him while you’re laying in bed. Idia awkwardly at first doesn’t know whether to hold you back or leave you be

Eventually, his confidence grows and he becomes more comfortable being the big spoon. One of the most comfortable positions for him is to have you in his lap, laying back against his chest with his arms around your waist while the two of you play video games together

"Dammit!" You swear, throwing the controller across the bed. "Why is this level so stupidly hard!?" This was the fourth time in a row you had died in the game, and you were beyond frustrated at this point. You hadn't even made much progress, getting killed over and over at the same opponent.

"What level are you on?" Idia asks, not looking up from his computer where he had been playing a similar game to the one you played on the console.

"Level 13," you sigh. "The stupid bird thing keeps spitting out fire, and I can't avoid it in time without running into the turtle."

Idia spins his chair slightly to face the T.V. He holds his hand out for the controller which you place in his palm. Restarting the level, he begins to walk you through it. "When you get to this point, you have to hit this box here. It'll give you this power up to be able to take out the first enemy. It only last 10 seconds though, so you have to move quick."

Once he moves the character to a safe location after demonstrating what to do, Idia hands you back the controller. You take it from him then climb into his lap. His hair turns a brilliant shade of pink as you make yourself comfortable.

"W-what are you-"

"Shh! I have to focus, and I need you for emotional support."

You take it upon yourself to wrap Idia's arms around your waist. Hesitantly, he holds you a bit awkwardly. Not too tight, but not secure enough for your liking. So you lean back into his chest. Eventually, Idia relaxes a bit and hugs you close, hoping you can't feel the erratic beat of his heart through his sweatshirt.

Five seconds later, you die in the game. "DAMMIT!"

Sighing, Idia takes the controller from you. With his arms still around you, he takes over and flies through the level with ease, you encouragingly yelling for him to kill the bad guys.

"Did you plot this all along?" He mumbles, resting his chin on top of your head.

You maintain an innocent smile. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

lilia vanrouge

A chaotic cuddler. You never know if he’s going to be a gentle big spoon and give you royalty like treatment or wrestle you into the blankets. It stresses you out, cause you could be chilling out, watching a show when he decides to initiate a tickle fight.

Although he tends to be playful, he is very comforting when and if you need it. If you have a bad day, you can always count on Lilia to cheer you up by showering you will all the affection you need.

The day had sucked.

It was just one bad thing after the other. You overslept through your alarm. You failed your history test. Then an accident in Alchemy resulted in your uniform being soaked. Needless to say, you were over the day.

Even though it was still relatively early, you went back to the dorm, showered, and put on your pajamas. Putting your phone on DND, you then got in the bed and promptly passed out.

Hours later, when you wake, dusk has crept across the sky casting its orange hue through the window. You feel small circles around your back, realizing someone was gently tracing them while you slept. Groggily, you begin to sit up.

“Oh, dearie, you’re awake,” Lilia says, closing the book he had been reading. You squint, trying to make sense of his presence. “Are you still tired? You can go back to sleep if you want.”

“What are you doing here? What time is it?”

“Almost dinner time. You weren’t answering your phone, so I was worried something happened. Imagine my surprise to find you all ready for bed at three o’clock in the afternoon.”

You let out a tired sigh and lay back down into Lilia’s arms. He resumes tracing random circles across your back, the soothing sensation nearly lulling you back to sleep.

“It was a long day,” you say.

“I figured. Would you like to talk about it?”

You shake your head. “Later. I just want you to hold me right now.”

“That, I can do, and you don’t even have to ask.”

malleus draconia

Literally loves the intimacy that comes with cuddling. He loves being physically close to you in such a casual manner and cares more about you being comfortable. Do you need him to move his arm? Do you want to lay on his shoulder? He's happy to accommodate to your needs.

Secretly enjoys being the little spoon. Malleus loves it when you hang on to him, even if you happen to be smaller than he is. He finds it endearing, and something about you not wanting to let him go fills his chest with adoration.

Malleus watched your movements curiously.

You had instructed him not to move then proceeded to straddle his waist. It caught him off guard, the level of boldness, but followed directions and let you do what you wanted. You spent the last few minutes messing with his hair, looking intently focused on what you were doing.

“Okay done!” You finally announce. You had braided Malleus’s hair back into a French braid, looking quite proud of your work. His hair was so soft and silky with a natural shine to it that made it fun to play with.

“Thank you,” Malleus says with a smile. “You seem quite pleased with yourself.”

“Well, with your hair pulled back, I can better see the scales on your forehead,” you explain. Gently, your fingers brush against the black scaling that adorned the base of his crown. You look to Malleus for permission, who nods, even bending his head down more to be able to feel the smooth texture.

“Why does something so minuscule please you?” Malleus asked curiously. “Majority of the time they are covered by my hair that they go unnoticed.”

“I like them because they’re unique to you,” you answer. “I like seeing all the most intimate parts of you. I feel as if I get to learn more about you this way.”

Your response catches Malleus off guard. The faintest hint of pink touches his cheeks before he smiles and pulls you into his chest. “You make my heart feel so full. I feel so lucky to have you.”